[The Arrival of the Mother] (10)

First, I wish everyone a Happy New Year. I'm starting a new project again. Yesterday, I stumbled upon this novel, *The Arrival of the
Mother*, and its realistic style and exploration of the beautiful woman's private life deeply captivated me. It even seemed to cure
my laziness! Unfortunately, the original author only wrote nine chapters before hastily ending the story, with an open ending in the ninth chapter.
Since it's open-ended, it means there are a hundred different endings for a hundred different people, right? So, on a whim, I decided
to write my own ending, imitating the original author's realistic and humorous writing style. I'll write a few impromptu chapters,
updating irregularly. I hope it won't be drowned in a sea of criticism.
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Original Author: kslbh
Continued Writing: r- jay
First Published on sis on 2017-1-20
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Mother's Arrival 10
The Sanya trip is over. Sitting in a first-class seat, Linda (although we've known each other for almost a
year, I just can't connect her with the image of a mother, so when I think of her,
the name Linda naturally pops into my head) is holding my hand, her head resting on my shoulder, asleep. She looks
so serene. Today she wore light, elegant makeup, and her smooth, straight hair was tied in a ponytail. Although it's already
January, she's still wearing a light green floral dress suitable for Sanya, looking every bit the youthful Ai.
You would never imagine that behind such a pure appearance lies such a decadent life. Thinking of this, I glanced at
Zhou Xiaowei, who was sitting in front of me playing on his iPad. Zhou Xiaowei could freely enter and leave the iPad's
room and even knew the computer password. Perhaps I should have guessed long ago that he was having an affair with my mother, or perhaps it
was just that my subconscious didn't want to admit it. Whatever, since that's the life she chose, what can I do
?
The plane landed at K City Airport. Even before disembarking, I could feel the obvious temperature difference. My mother tightened her
grip on my hand, pressing her entire chest against my arm. The V-neck of her dress, which had already revealed a patch of
breast flesh, now seemed even more prominent, as if it would burst out if squeezed any further.
"Hanhan, aren't you cold? You should put on another layer before going out."
"Oh, I don't feel very cold, but you are." As I spoke, I glanced at her skirt, which didn't even reach her knees.
She glanced at her skirt, understanding my gaze, and then called to Zhou Xiaowei in the row in front:
"Xiaowei, open the overhead compartment and get the coat you prepared before takeoff."
Zhou Xiaowei responded and helped take out the Linda fur coat, handing it to me. He
also gave me a down jacket, put one on himself, and then sat back down to wait for disembarkation.
When we returned to the entrance of our residential complex, it was already past 10 PM. As soon as we entered, the security guard stopped us.
"Miss Eileen, you have a package. It's been here for a few days, but no one's home, so it's been sitting in the security room." He then eagerly
handed over a large box. My mother stopped, smiled, and nodded in thanks. This was a real
problem for Zhou Xiaowei; he hurriedly put down what he was holding and took the box. Seeing his disheveled appearance, I couldn't help but help him with the
box. My mother, resuming her queenly demeanor, led the way home.
Back home, Mom immediately kicked off her shoes, turned on all the lights and the heater, then went straight to the sofa
and lay down, stretching out and saying, "Home is
the most comfortable." I placed the cardboard box I was carrying on the coffee table in front of her and straightened my back to relieve
the fatigue of the journey.
"Sister Lin, if there's nothing else, I'll head back now," Zhou Xiaowei said, putting down all his luggage and preparing to leave.
"Okay, get some rest tonight. Tomorrow, go back to the company and arrange the banquet," Mom said, looking up and
giving Zhou Xiaowei her final instructions.
As soon as Zhou Xiaowei turned to leave, my mother's girlish innocence kicked in again. She sat up abruptly
, immediately bending down to find the small knife she usually kept under the coffee table, completely oblivious to the deep cleavage
exposed before my eyes. Returning to this place filled with female hormones, and for someone like me who had enjoyed this seductive
body to the bone but had been trying to restrain myself from sex for half a year, even the slightest stimulation was enough to instantly
put me into battle mode.
To avoid falling into that gentle vortex again, I took my luggage and went back to my room. I don't know when , but
my room had transformed from a storage room back into its familiar state. I lay on the bed, trying to
calm my burning desire by thinking about the peaceful life in the small town of J. I could go back the day after tomorrow. Watching the little
tent bulging in my crotch slowly subside, my thoughts involuntarily jumped back to everything that had happened in this house,
the sex scenes I'd witnessed in Sanya. The tent, which had finally subsided, rose again at an astonishing speed.
"Hanhan, come out for a second." Just as I was struggling with my inner turmoil, a soft call came from outside the door.
"Coming, wait a minute." I replied somewhat awkwardly, pressing down on the tent,
then reaching inside to adjust it, pulling down my underwear to barely cover it before opening the door.
She didn't look at me, engrossed in playing with her phone.
"What is it?" I asked dismissively, wanting to leave the hall and get back to my room as quickly as possible.
"Quick, come here, sit here." She patted the spot next to her. I walked over and sat down.
The cardboard box on the coffee table in front of me had been opened, and two phone boxes were now on the table. Apple fans would be
ecstatic, because the white boxes had "iPhone 4s" written in large letters on the side. Unfortunately, I've always
used Nokia, even secondhand ones. But as a poor student, I have my
dignity as a Nokia fan and never give an iPhone a second glance.
"Hanhan, look, the latest iPhone 4s has finally arrived after so long! So awesome!"
Mom said, holding the phone up to me.
"It's alright," I replied dismissively.
"Hey, do you have WeChat?" Oh my god, you're so trendy! I thought to myself.
WeChat has only been out for about a year, and it's full of bugs. Even the trendiest young people don't use it much.
" Is she using it?
" "Rarely. I installed it briefly, but it's always lagging, and not many of my friends use it, so I rarely play."
"It's not lagging at all. Look how smooth it is." She then showed me her phone again (you really don't understand my pain
!) .
Her profile picture was a close-up of a photo taken in Sanya a few days ago, and her WeChat nickname
was the same as her QQ nickname, Lindaai. "What's your WeChat ID? I'll add you." Looking at this
woman who seemed like a little girl, it was hard to refuse.
"It's my QQ number, but I really rarely use it. It's incredibly slow."
"You won't be slow with your new phone. This one is yours, open it yourself." She pouted and glanced at
another unopened white box on the table.
"Mine?" I was a little incredulous. "It's yours? Don't you like it?" She stared
at me with her big, round eyes.
"I didn't answer, I just picked up the box on the table and started unpacking it." I answered with actions.
(That's probably how Nokia's demise happened.)
"Hurry up and install WeChat, then add me 　　as a friend."
"Okay." "I 　　'm going to take
a shower now. I'm exhausted." She stood up, stretched, and turned to walk towards her bedroom 　　, leaving me still
immersed in surprise (my little tent between 　　my 　　legs had long since subsided).
**************** ... I unconsciously swallowed. 　　For some reason, I chased after her and pushed open the closing door. 　　"Mom, I...I'm going back the day after tomorrow, do you remember?" 　　Miss Eileen at the door was clearly startled by my sudden appearance, but quickly regained her composure, turned 　　around, and thought for a moment. "Yes, I remember. What time is your train the day after tomorrow? I'll take you to the station." 　　"Nine o'clock in the morning." As I said this, my eyes were already drawn to the pair of 　　breasts barely contained beneath the deep V-neck, and most irresistibly, the two slightly protruding nipples on the thin, wine-red silk fabric made my crotch 　　instantly erect. 　　"Okay, Mom got it. Go take a shower and get some rest." She closed the door, leaving 　　me outside, still dazed. 　　Despite 　　the fatigue of the journey, the excitement of having a new phone and the exhilarating visual experience I'd just 　　witnessed made me fall asleep, though I don't know how. When my biological clock woke me, I was clearly 　　still recovering. 　　I glanced at my new phone; it was exactly 9 AM. A thought suddenly flashed through my mind: 　　in 24 hours, I'd be leaving this so-called home again. Another year had passed. 　　It'd been a year and a half since I'd reunited with Eileen, but I felt like I really didn't know her at all. Was she deliberately hiding it? 　　Or had I simply not tried to truly understand her? I guess it was both. Lost in thought, 　　time slipped by unnoticed. When I woke up, it was already 10 AM. On my way to wash up, I passed her bedroom; 　　the door was still closed. Based on past experience, I guessed she wasn't up yet. 　　After brushing my teeth, I glanced at the coffee table in the living room and saw a note and 200 yuan. This signaled 　　that she had already left. The note only had one short sentence: "Mom is busy at the company today, you'll 　　have to go out to eat by yourself." After reading the note, I took the money and went to the kitchen to find a cup of instant noodles. 　　After eating, I looked around listlessly. Everything seemed the same as when I left a semester ago, yet everything 　　felt different. Perhaps it was the mystery that Eileen gave me. I walked around the house, 　　feeling that there were many unknowns waiting for me to discover. This feeling was like when I was a child, the first 　　time I was home alone. Although I had lived here all this time, I always felt that everything was new and exciting. This is probably the innate human tendency 　　to want to pry into other people's privacy. 　　When I pushed open the door to the master bedroom again, my heart was surprisingly the same as before, a strange excitement and thrill surging within me 　　. I first opened the wardrobe on the right side of the bed. Various new dresses were still neatly hung. However, 　　my target wasn't those. I pulled open a side cabinet below the dresses, and a display of dark, sexy lingerie immediately 　　appeared before my eyes. Of course, the styles were completely different from when I first peeked. (I had only ever 　　seen wealthy women on TV changing their expensive bags every season, but it turns out that real-life rich 　　women not only have new bags, but also new lingerie every season, with a wide variety of styles.) The side cabinet was neatly arranged with sexy 　　styles, mostly in dark colors, with black being the dominant color. The panties were mostly thongs 　　; the occasional bodycon style was either sheer or had cutouts in the important areas. These lingerie 　　were only meant to accentuate a woman's allure, while a few pairs of casual cotton panties were just crumpled up and stuffed 　　in a corner, probably rarely used by the woman of the house. 　　I reached into the bottom of the side cabinet with practiced ease, only to find the original wooden box was gone, which 　　disappointed me somewhat. After restoring everything to its original state, I closed the wardrobe door and turned my attention to the bedside table. I tried to pull 　　open the first drawer, but something seemed to be blocking it, and I 　　could only pull it open a little. Not daring to use too much force, I pulled repeatedly to smooth out the contents before finally managing to open it. When it finally opened, I was quite surprised. I already 　　knew what was inside, but what I saw was still astonishing: five red boxes with Japanese writing on them, each wrapped 　　in tape, stacked just as high as the drawer, which explained the earlier blockage. Although I don't 　　understand Japanese, the bright red boxes had three large numbers 0.01 printed on them, and below each box was 24pcs.

24 x 5, multiplication even elementary school students understand, I can get the answer without even thinking, my goodness!
(This is really my goodness!) 120 condoms, how many vending machines could that fill?
With the force of pulling open the drawer, two shiny things rolled out. (Perhaps "roots" is
a more appropriate quantifier, but whatever, they are two items.) I picked up one, reflecting a silvery light, peach-
shaped like a stopper, quite heavy in my hand, about the size of a ping-pong ball, probably made of stainless
steel or some other metal, and ice-cold. With my other hand, I picked up the other, transparent one, probably made of glass, like
a string of candied hawthorns, with seven beads, each only slightly smaller than the steel one. Although I've never seen
her use them, in this year and a half of widespread internet access, under the influence of this decadent city kid
, I know these are anal plugs. I held the two items tightly in my hands, feeling
the texture, and slowly brought them to my nose, taking a deep breath. However, apart from the room's unique
fragrance, or rather, Eileen's distinctive scent, I couldn't detect any other odor. I put the two anal plugs
back in the drawer; the expensive, purplish-red vibrator lay quietly inside. Although I was
n't surprised to see these things anymore, I was still astonished that Miss Eileen had now displayed them so openly
.
Opening the second drawer, the exquisite black plastic box was still there. I gently opened the lid; inside,
it was exactly the same as before, filled with various navel studs and rings. I hadn't
paid much attention to whether the styles had changed. Around the black box were many jewelry boxes; a quick glance revealed
bracelets and necklaces—I didn't know much about jewelry, but their styles suggested high quality. However, among all the boxes,
I didn't see the small yellow wooden box from before.
Opening the bottom drawer didn't reveal the small yellow wooden box, but I unexpectedly found
something else. A silver Sony DV camera sat quietly,
seemingly the same model as the one the hotel owner in Sanya had been holding during the 3P scene a few nights ago—perhaps even the same
one.
I immediately picked up the DV, pressed the power button, and simultaneously pried open the screen. The screen displayed
a prompt to insert a memory card. I opened the card slot cover; it was indeed empty, leaving me instantly disappointed. Was this really
the DV from Sanya? "Eileen, Eileen, my god, why do you like filming
your own sex scenes so much? Is it really good for you?" I was utterly baffled. I put the DV down, put
the bedside table back in its place, and glanced at the MAC computer on the white desk not far from the bed. Sigh, since changing
the password, I'd given up on finding any more secrets inside. I went into the innermost
suite of rooms and glanced around. The large washbasin, besides a toothbrush and the usual bottles and
jars of skincare and makeup that most women have, didn't seem particularly special. However,
just as I was about to look away, I noticed something red peeking out from under the mirror in front of the sink. I touched it and realized it was a mirrored cabinet; the mirror
was the cabinet door. I hadn't noticed this design before! Opening the cabinet, I saw that what had been sticking out
was the end of a red rope—or rather, dark red hemp rope—and there were several bundles of it. Having been
influenced by Japanese films, how could I not connect hemp rope with a woman? My crotch instantly
hardened. Behind the haphazardly piled bundles of hemp rope were two enormous syringes,
as thick and long as my forearm, though the needles were only short and not very sharp, like little fingers.
Looking at what was in front of me, my breathing quickened, and my head felt hot. I closed the mirror cabinet door and left
the bathroom. Then, I did something I couldn't believe myself afterward: I quickly pulled off my pants,
walked briskly to the wardrobe next to the bed, opened the side drawer, grabbed a black thong, and wrapped it around my already
rock-hard penis, which was almost touching my navel. I started stroking it rapidly, then collapsed onto the bed, burying my head in the sheets
and taking deep breaths. Soon, a surge of intense pleasure overwhelmed me and spread throughout my body. I felt
my penis throbbing in my hand, and streams of semen soaked through the thin fabric. I could even feel that the
fabric couldn't absorb all my essence; semen dripped from between my fingers onto the light pink sheets.
Regaining my senses, I immediately rolled over and quickly grabbed a tissue from the bedside table to cover the fabric in my hand.
Then I wiped the remaining semen off my hands and carefully wiped the sheets. Luckily, I was quick enough that only
one or two small water droplets remained, which I figured would dry on their own in a while. Once everything was back to how it was before I came in, I picked up
my soaked black thong and went into the bathroom to wash it. Thankfully, the sheer fabric
dried quickly after wringing out the water and using a hairdryer, and then I put it back.
Looking at the time, it was almost 3 PM, and my stomach was rumbling. I changed my clothes, grabbed my phone
and some money, and went out to find something to eat. (Yes, you read that right, and you heard me right. I only took my phone and money—a new iPhone
4s. You'll realize later that the most important thing when going out is actually your keys.) After I finished eating
and wanted to go home, I realized I'd forgotten my keys. I had no choice but to stand at the door and
call my mom. I figured I'd be standing there for about 20-30 minutes before Zhou Xiaowei rushed out with the keys
. However, things often turn out this way by chance. I called three or four times, but no one answered.
Slightly annoyed, I kicked the door hard, then, ignoring the pain in my foot, I nonchalantly left the neighborhood,
randomly boarded a bus, and once again wandered aimlessly through the city. Outside was the bustling world,
but inside, I was immersed in the new world brought by my new phone. Before I knew it, the bus stopped in the most bustling
central area of K city. Suddenly, a large group of people surged onto the bus, quickly filling the previously empty carriage. Looking at the densely packed crowd
, I, a middle school student on winter vacation who should have been enjoying a leisurely time, felt out of place. So I called out,
"Driver, this is where I can get off." The back door of the bus opened, and I jumped off. I glanced at the bus stop sign: "Chuangyuan International Commercial
Building Station." Perhaps it was fate. I turned around, looked up at the building behind me, and then walked inside.
I checked the layout map; floors 26-35—Xunhai Real Estate. I remember over a year ago,
when Eileen's car passed by, she asked me to wait in the car while she went in to retrieve some important documents.
This was my first time here. It was almost Chinese New Year, and there weren't many people in the building, and the elevators were nearly
empty. Reaching the 26th floor, I was the only one left. Exiting the elevator, I found the company reception area, but no one was there,
and the glass door behind it was locked. The company had probably already started its holiday. "So, Eileen said
she was very busy today, but it probably wasn't for her company. But then I thought, her company rents 10 floors;
she's the boss, so maybe she's not on this floor." So I went back into the elevator, but
I couldn't find the button for 35. I pressed 34 instead. The elevator went all the way up to the 34th floor without anyone pressing the button
; maybe everyone was on holiday. When the elevator doors opened, a large sign read "General Manager's Office."
Was the General Manager Eileen's position? Without much thought, I stepped out of the elevator and walked through the long corridor.
Opening a door at the end, I saw a rather imposing wooden door with "General Manager's Office
" written on it. I pushed the door; it wasn't locked. Inside, it was empty, but I noticed
Eileen's new handbag on the sofa. That confirmed it was her office, and at least she was still
in the building. I could ask her for the key to go home and open the door. I went into the office, intending to wait for her, but
then I heard a commotion coming from the innermost door. Suspicious, I approached and pushed it; it
didn't budge. Then I heard a sharp male voice. I pressed my ear to the crack in the door, intently listening
to the conversation and carefully identifying the man's voice.
"I've kept you all these years because you were obedient. So you've been secretly having an affair with him behind my back!
You actually had an affair with him!" The man's words were followed by a crisp slapping sound.
"I...I've followed you for so many years, I've listened to everything you say, I'll do whatever you tell me to do,
you...you even told me to seduce my own son, and I did...but have you ever thought about me? I'm a
person too, I need feelings, I need love."
"Hmph, feelings, love, is that it? Talk to me about these useless things when you have nothing left.
Listen to me carefully, if I find out you and him are having an affair again, I'll make you wish you were dead."
I was stunned by the woman's words. She...Eileen...my mother, and me...it was all because of this
man's instigation...From his angry words, I could tell the man was that old bastard Zheng Ronghe.
"Hmph, I have an important engagement tonight. When you get back, wait for me at the West Villa, and I'll deal
with you slowly." After saying this, I heard footsteps approaching the door. I quickly looked for a hiding place and finally hid
under the desk. The obese man opened the door and came out, pulling out his phone as he went. He quickly said to the person on the other end of the line,
"Xiao Zhou, take her to the West Villa after your company's annual meeting tonight." He then
disappeared down the corridor without looking back, leaving the woman inside sobbing with her face covered. I, too, was still
reeling from the shock.

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